Have You Seen My Childhood (part I)

So young and innocent at 8 or 9 years old. Plucked out of the night helpless and naive in the arms of one I looked to for protection. I fully awaken just in time to see the knife being forced in the molding of the door frame to prevent entrance or escape. I lay there watching, confused and unaware of what lie ahead. The horror begins. I cry, I scream, I beg for it to stop as my face and mouth are covered. It seemed to last hours though probably less then 10 minutes and then it seemed to be over. I can go now, I think to myself please no more I just wanna go. But instead it intensifies. Again I cry, beg and plead upon deaf ears. As I lay in shock, lifeless I ask myself over and over why is this happening to me? Why is there no one here to stop this? How long is this gonna last? Am I going to die? Suddenly everything stops I lay under you shaking almost convulsing. I pull myself together as I am threatened with my life if I tell anyone. The knife slides out and the door opens just enough to check the surroundings. I'm ushered out and head back to the room where I slept previously. No longer young and innocent, no longer looking at you as a hero but now as my definition of fear. I lay there alone, terrified, crying, and thanking God it was all over. Little did I know it was only the beginning.